Feminine Reflections

The horizon, once ablaze with the fervor of day, is now gently extinguished, fading into a serene indigo abyss; the sky dons a cloak of...

Sadness presses her cheek against the window sill of my heart, her tears tracing the veins of my crimson walls. She clings to me like a...

This is a reflection on what it means to give, to be unseen, and to reclaim the sacred space of the heart as something rare, worthy, and no longer open to just anyone.